“I carried this the whole time,” he said. “Whenever I doubted myself… or us.”
Elara blinked back tears.
“And now?”
He smiled, gentle and sure.
“Now I’m done becoming without you.”
He kissed her then—slow, patient, the kind of kiss that felt like a vow spoken without words.
The city hummed around them, but all she felt was him.
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✨ "When the Light Returns" ✨
Spiritual🌙 PROLOGUE At 17 years old, Elara James believed God lived in the space between her heartbeat and her breath. She felt Him when her mother hummed hymns in the kitchen, when sunlight broke through storm clouds, and when she whispered bedtime prayers...
When the Light Returned
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“I carried this the whole time,” he said. “Whenever I doubted myself… or us.”
Elara blinked back tears.
“And now?”
He smiled, gentle and sure.
“Now I’m done becoming without you.”
He kissed her then—slow, patient, the kind of kiss that felt like a vow spoken without words.
The city hummed around them, but all she felt was him.
